We are bid to endure the burden of our day.

I shall go on weaving my web and painting my picture till, soon or late, God says, 'Hold,' and then I shall die gladly, yes, very gladly, because the real beginning is at hand." "Oh! that I had your perfect faith," groaned Morris.
"Then, if you love me, learn it from me.

Should I, of all people, tell you what is not true?
It is the truth--I swear it is the truth.

I am not deceived.

I know, I know, I _know_." "What do you know--about us ?" "That, when it is over, we shall meet again where there is no marriage, where there is nothing gross, where love perfect and immortal reigns and passion is forgotten.